#it will happen again :/

[abd-illustrates]

💛 Training Gear 💛

Some alt fit concepts I doodled for the Heartless Crew a while back and forgot to post! Very rough ideas for what I imagine they might wear to train / work out , plus a couple more fashion-forward fits for the gals. ✌️✨

[DO NOT EDIT OR REPOST TO OTHER SITES / ACCOUNTS] ♻️reblogs are lovely tho!♻️

[faultyvessel]

This also happens when you bring him to (ice) hockey

jonathan sims in a roller derby: skatement begins

[swervecityxx]

Huh? What? Sorry, I was daydreaming about hearing you moan.

[mischieviem]

More ouaw stuff because I am 50 episodes in and losing sleep

[pitifulwolves]

The boys as that one Harley and Joker comic cover because I needed another excuse to draw Wade in a dress

[cheacegirl]

They call me 1 the way I <2

They call me 2 the way I <3

[nostalgicish]

(based off of this post by @time-woods)

[heavyheavycream]

feedist kinktober 26 : ice cream dream

[shadowqueendiangelo]

And thus Percy gets put on a terrorist watch list for the first time

[buttercupsdagger]

"But earthly gatherings after all have something about them that is sad and sorrowful. The merriest meetings are only for a very short time. Moreover, as years roll on, the hand of death makes painful gaps in the family circle. Even in the midst of Christmas merriment we cannot help remembering those who have passed away. The longer we live, the more we feel to stand alone. The old faces will rise before the eyes of our minds, and the old voices will sound in our ears, even in the midst of holiday mirth and laughter. People do not talk much of such things; but there are few that do not feel them. We need not intrude our inmost thoughts on others, and especially when all around us are bright and happy. But there are not many, I suspect, who reach middle age, who would not admit, if they spoke the truth, that there are sorrowful things inseparably mixed up with a Christmas party. In short, there is no unmixed pleasure about any earthly gathering. But is there no better gathering yet to come? Is there no bright prospect in our horizon of an assembly which shall far outshine the assemblies of Christmas and New Year—an assembly in which there shall be joy without sorrow and mirth without tears? I thank God that I can give a plain answer to these questions"

—J.C. Ryle, Christmas Thoughts

Otto Hesselbom

[icantdothistodaybruh]

[hoolyelina]

one last spanner

some sketches also. mods moe-ify that 30 year old man

[darknicjen]

fruity 🌺

[loseractivities]

part two of that boys cuddling piece i made a few blue moons ago........

lmao boosting myself (my account feels so quiet lately....)

[teddybeartoji]

putting your foot on sunday's lap under the kitchen table as he's drinking his morning coffee just to watch him try to act normal. quietly giggling to yourself, you rub against him and take note of the way his wings twitch – he won't look at you, thinking that it'll be punishment enough. that you'll stop if he doesn't react.

but he's doing more than enough already.

his ears are growing warmer and warmer, a faint flush of pink taking over the apples of his cheeks, and it's all just making you want to push him even further. he looks... cute like this.

he takes another sip of his drink and nearly spits it all out when you put more pressure to his clothed crotch; his slender fingers wrap around your ankle in a fraction of a second and you freeze. but he doesn't push you away like you thought he would – he simply keeps you there, as he finally turns to meet your playful gaze.

his is way darker, his pupils bigger than ever.

the silence in the room is thick and dense, heavier than usual, and your heart stammer behind your ribs. sinking your teeth down into the plush flesh of your lip, you wait for him to scold you.

it's exciting.

the real punishment.

the idea that he'll have you kneeling in front of him, between his thighs, begging for his forgiveness. but you can feel it, he's just as excited as you are.

you wonder whether he's thinking about the same exact thing – about you whispering apologies into his thighs, your lips ghosting over his clothed bulge as he observes you with keen eyes. as he tries to stifle the sounds that'll try to crawl up his throat.

you push into him just a bit more. he squeezes your ankle.

he doesn't look away when your lips curl up into a smile.

defiance.

you're testing him.

and he can't wait to discipline you.

[kasha-malasha]

oh their cat coded relationship